The Nightway ceremony is a major curative ceremony
which restores harmony. It invokes the Yeis, a
special category of Holy People who are inclined to
help the Navajo. A nine day ceremony, it is
performed during the cold months when there is no chance of being hit by lightning and when the snakes
are hibernating. ( http://www.rivertradingpost.com/yeibichai.htm)
Imagine a waking dream, held down by the lead Yei at a Yeibichai as he ritualistically cuts lines in your feet laterally one after another with an obsidian stone knife and daring not to move but in calm acceptance. A red ochre Indian suddenly appears and hold up his hand to – stop – and the Yei disappears.
My dream several nights ago has the oxymoronic symbolism of opposites. A Yei that inflicts cuts in a curative process and the one who is to be healed in red ochre stops the cutting.
I remember living in Greasewood, Arizona and waking at 2 am looking out the window and seeing a lone Yei walking in the night – but that was years ago.
A dream, my dream, the other night…
Time – Pink Floyd – Dark Side of the Moon
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Sometimes I wonder why people show up at my door? Why people want to spend time with me? I am a recluse that loves meeting people, hearing their stories, and then they go away – thankfully. Is this oxymoronic at best?
My life’s goal and dream is to own an old truck and old Alaskan truck Camper and just have enough money to travel place to place seeing and experiencing the mundane and ordinary and celebrating it! One friend says “you are so specific in your wants, in what little you buy – albeit expensive – but odd”. What does that mean? I could simplify to almost nothing and live.
Why do people come back – to have me entertain?I was friend requested by one person that actually interests me –
and the poignancy of Bukowski –
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
When I first moved to Lodge Grass, Montana, I kept hearing about the “Hoot” Colony that was my closest neighbor to the south. Visions of retired Hooters girls danced in my head! I figured it was a ” retirement colony” for all those beautiful (exploited-lol) girls. Last night, I had the privilege of a visit from the Hoots! Sorry guys, this is a Hutterite Colony of 30 folks that live in a communal retreat here in Montana. They were (I believe) originally from the AnaBaptist Sect that left Germany to flourish in the religious tolerance of our great country. ( http://www.hutterites.org/ )
Religious Tolerance and satire were alive and well in France till this last week when senseless slaughter of bright satirical minds led this writer to think of the two most important elements of our freedom and what guarantees them!
While our local Hoots are pacifist, they are protected by Freedom of Religion and Freedom of Speech – all guaranteed by the 2nd Amendment. I can satirically write about them and we can all laugh with visions of Hooters girls dancing in our heads!
Pope Francis yesterday condemned religious fundamentalism as a “deviant form of religion” that “eliminates God by turning Him into a mere ideological pretext,” I love this Pope – he does not play with words!
So, while I wrote on Facebook – ” Hmmmm, France has strict anti-gun laws…now how is that working out for ya?” I am thankful for our religious freedoms and our laws that allow us to carry a weapon if we choose. (not that I ever would)… Thankful I live in Montana surrounded by Native Crow people and beauty and yes…Hoots that personify a simpler time!
Now for all the guys that clicked the link because it said “HOOTERS”